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Date: 03 April 2006 22:34:21
Although in fact, I guess, it's going to be a short short night as far as sleeping is concerned.
I blame the morphine. I was rejoicing today - the increase in Dad's painkiller is having the delightful side effect of lightening his mood considerably and he's really enjoying life as well as getting some relief from the pain. His friend came round today and instead of Dad being miserable and moaning about him( as he usually does!), the two of them had a grand old time going through photos of my childhood (oh the embarrassment!) and nattering away. Ian stayed for lunch and almost stayed for tea instead of the usual couple of hours and they had a grand old time. I mentioned to my sisters that if it improved Dad's mood so much, I might give him a little more morphine tomorrow!
But tonight I am reaping the drawbacks instead of the benefits. He's high as a kite. Giggly, chatty, totally tipsy, drowsy and full of the joys of spring. Can I get him to go to bed? Can I heck as like. He wants to talk. I had to stand over him and force feed him his teatime tablets and his nighttime tablets all in one go at 9.45 tonight. Since 8.30 he had been getting ready for bed. Hmmm... then why precisely had he not yet had a wash, cleaned his teeth, been to the toilet or got into his pyjamas? Why precisely? He hadn't even finished his tea - too many distractions. Mind you, he had at one point fallen into a deep sleep in his chair and woke up needing M (who was babysitting while I fetched Tiddles home from Scouts) to go over and switch the light on as he was trapped in his chair and didn't dare cross the darkened room to get to the light switch.
Now I'm waiting for the bathroom light to go off, signalling that it's time for me to go over and do the final tucking into bed routine. Something tells me it will be quite a while yet.